Chapter 253 Liu Yuan defeats Elder Chen, has Poison Undying broken through?
On the arena, the battle between Liu Yuan and Elder Chen continued.
The two figures clashed rapidly on the bluestone arena.
Elder Chen's right fist glowed with a pale golden light, each strike as heavy as a mountain, emitting a low, booming sound as it struck the air.
Liu Yuan did not take the punch head-on. He slightly adjusted the angle of his amethyst wings behind him, and each time he dodged to the side just before the fist landed. The wind from the punch grazed his robes, making the hem of his clothes flutter.
The disciples on the sidelines were stunned.
Chen Lu's mouth was open, and he forgot to close it. His gaze followed the two intersecting figures on the stage, his neck stiff as if someone was choking him.
He had seen Liu Yuan make a move before, but this time was different.
This time, Liu Yuan was facing Elder Chen, a Title Douluo.
Liu Yuan was not only not suppressed, but he also took the initiative in many situations.
It's not about suppressing strength, but about controlling the rhythm.
Wang Yanfeng's fingers had long since stopped, hanging limply at his sides, trembling slightly.
His eyes were fixed on the ring, his lips moving as if he were saying something, but no one heard him.
"How much force did Elder Chen use?" Chen Lu finally managed to squeeze out a question, his voice a little dry.
Wang Yanfeng shook his head and didn't say anything. He couldn't tell.
Elder Chen's spirit rings lit up one after another, each spirit skill carrying a heavy sense of oppression that made those on the sidelines feel breathless. But Liu Yuan stood firm amidst that oppressive aura, neither retreating nor falling.
Gu Tong straightened his crooked glasses slowly, as if he were processing something. His hands were still trembling slightly, but his voice was steady.
"Elder Chen used at least 90% of his strength. I saw his sixth spirit ring light up; that's his mid-level spirit skill, which he doesn't usually use lightly."
Long Aotian stood at the edge of the arena, his arms crossed over his chest, but his fingers were clenched tightly in his sleeves.
He had known for a long time that Liu Yuan was very strong, but to this extent still exceeded his expectations.
On the arena, Elder Chen's attacks grew increasingly fierce.
His seventh spirit ring lit up, and his Martial Soul True Form was activated.
His hands swelled up instantly, a dark golden sheen appeared on his skin, and his nails turned dark gray, as if covered with a layer of metal.
His aura surged dramatically.
The disciples on the sidelines all took a half step back in unison.
The oppressive feeling was so strong that their martial spirits were operating on their own, and their bodies instinctively wanted to escape.
Liu Yuan did not back down.
The dark golden light in his three pupils became even more intense at that moment.
He sensed that Elder Chen's aura had changed—not just quantitatively, but qualitatively. Elder Chen, after activating his Martial Soul True Body, was on a completely different level from before.
But he didn't panic.
A grayish-brown light appeared between his brows, and the soul of the Hidden Beast emerged from the light, hovering beside his shoulder.
The power of the spirit began to operate in full force, and Liu Yuan's spiritual power was raised to a new level with the assistance of the spirit.
His perception became more refined, enabling him to detect the subtle changes in Elder Chen's every movement.
Elder Chen made a move.
His right fist, glowing with a dark golden light, hurtled straight towards Liu Yuan's chest.
The speed was nearly twice as fast as before, and the force of the punch stirred up the dust on the stage, forming a visible air wave.
Liu Yuan did not take the hit head-on.
His figure flashed in the forbidden area, using spatial jump to move from Elder Chen's front to his side.
Elder Chen's fist missed its target, but the force of the punch struck the bluestone slab of the arena, creating a long crack in the slab.
Seizing the opportunity, Liu Yuan narrowed his left eye slightly and sent a dark golden spiritual ray straight towards Elder Chen's ribs.
Elder Chen dodged to the side, the ray striking his right arm with a hissing sound. A faint white mark was left on his skin, but it didn't break through his defenses. However, the impact of the ray made his body sway slightly.
Just as Elder Chen blocked the beam of light, Liu Yuan launched another attack.
His amethyst wings suddenly unfurled, the tips of which were sharp blades of energy, heading straight for Elder Chen's back. Elder Chen sensed the danger behind him, turned around abruptly, and swept his right fist horizontally, dispersing the energy blades.
But his rhythm was disrupted.
This is exactly what Liu Yuan wanted.
He didn't give Elder Chen a chance to catch his breath and immediately unleashed the full power of the Overlord.
Countless dark purple chains appeared out of thin air in the void, surging towards Elder Chen from all directions, attempting to entangle him.
Elder Chen frowned slightly. He swung his fists rapidly, shattering the chains one by one.
The chains were as fragile as paper under his fists; he could shatter a dozen chains with a single blow.
But there were too many chains; if one broke, two more would be used to replace it.
He must first clean up these chains.
Just as he was focused on breaking the chains, Liu Yuan made his move.
His figure flashed through the forbidden area, appearing directly in front of Elder Chen. The distance was less than a meter. Elder Chen's pupils contracted slightly; he sensed Liu Yuan's presence, but his hands were busy dealing with the chains and couldn't retract them in time.
In Liu Yuan's three pupils, the dark golden light became extremely intense in that instant.
He used three mental abilities simultaneously—mental suppression, mental confusion, and mental interference.
Three invisible spiritual fluctuations surged from the three pupils, simultaneously enveloping Elder Chen.
Elder Chen's body stiffened for a moment.
That stiffness is very short, only a fraction of a second, but in this level of combat, a fraction of a second is enough.
He has a soul skill that grants him immunity to control effects; it's a defensive soul skill specifically designed to counter mental opponents.
He subconsciously tried to activate that soul skill, but he found that his soul power circulation was cut off at that moment.
It wasn't that he actively cut it off, but rather that Liu Yuan's insight into illusion precisely struck the node of his soul power circulation, completely disrupting the soul power circuit he had just condensed.
Elder Chen's expression changed.
His body was still in a stiff state, unable to move or block.
Liu Yuan raised his fist, dark blue Qilin scales covering the surface, aiming straight for Elder Chen's chest.
The fist stopped less than an inch from Elder Chen's chest.
The force of the punch struck Elder Chen's robes, causing the hem to flutter backward.
Liu Yuan stood in front of Elder Chen, his fist hovering in mid-air, the dark golden light in his three pupils slowly receding.
"Elder Chen, you flatter me."
Elder Chen was stunned.
His body recovered from its stiff state, his right hand still in a ready-to-block position, but it was no longer necessary.
Liu Yuan's fists had stopped; the outcome was already decided.
He glanced down at the fist resting on his chest, then looked up at Liu Yuan's face.
There was a deathly silence on the sidelines.
All the disciples watched the scene unfold on the arena. Liu Yuan's fist stopped in front of Elder Chen's chest; the outcome was decided. Liu Yuan had won.
Chen Lu opened his mouth even wider. He wanted to say something, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
Wang Yanfeng's fingers hung limply at his sides, no longer tapping, no longer trembling.
He just stood there, staring at the ring, his mind blank.
Long Aotian lowered his hands from his chest and let them hang at his sides.
His fingers were slightly cold.
He recalled the first time he sparred with Liu Yuan, when he was able to hold his own against Liu Yuan.
Now, Liu Yuan is able to defeat a Title Douluo. Although Elder Chen is injured, he is still a Title Douluo.
On the arena, Elder Chen withdrew his hand.
He looked at Liu Yuan, remained silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward. Liu Yuan, you've won."
Liu Yuan withdrew his fist, took a step back, and bowed slightly.
"Elder Chen is too modest. Your left hand is injured, which has diminished your strength. Otherwise, I would not be your match."
Elder Chen waved his hand, a bitter smile still lingering on his lips.
"You don't need to say all that. A loss is a loss. You now have the fighting power of a Title Douluo. Even if I wasn't injured, dealing with you would be a lot of trouble."
After he finished speaking, he looked up at the distant mountain peaks, then looked back at Liu Yuan.
"If the sect leader finds out about this, he'll be ecstatic."
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura surged from the direction of the main hall.
It didn't rise slowly, but exploded in an instant.
It was as if something had exploded deep within the main hall, and the aura spread outward from the top of the main hall, pressing down on everyone.
The disciples in the training ground tensed up instantly. The aura emanating from that person was of a very high level, so high that their martial spirits were operating on their own, and their bodies instinctively wanted to retreat.
Elder Chen's expression changed.
His gaze suddenly turned towards the main hall, his pupils contracting sharply.
"This is... the sect leader's aura."
(End of chapter)